One thing that Cheongju has been lacking is an English bookstore.
Having spent the majority of my time in a bookstore back in Montreal at my old place of employment, good old Indigo, I have found this somewhat disconcerting. I’ve had to get my bookworm fix by wandering the shelves of Bandi and Luni’s at the Express Bus Terminal in Seoul. Not complaining, cuz it’s an awesomesauce store with great selection in English fiction (Raymond Carver? Fuck yeah), but I still miss the easy accessability.
At the beginning of the week though, a beautiful thing happened: HM, my co-teacher, told me of a used bookstore that opened up downtown that sold English books!
Not believing mine ears, I asked where.
“In the basement of Lotte Cinema,” she told me. “It’s called Aladin.”
I remembered she’d ordered from Aladin online before and was ecstatic that they were opening a branch in my very own city. Naturally I wasted no time in going, especially since Andrea was due to visit yesterday!
As such we headed down with Ricky last night on our day off (Hangul Day = vacation day of chillaxing).
And ooohhhhh boy was it tough to curb our spending impulses. I spent 20, 000W on four books even though I only have 200, 000W to get me to next payday and Andrea and Ricky both walked away with heavy stacks as well.
Browsing the mishmash of not-at-all-organized literature though was wonderful. And that sweet smell of used books that wafted through the store…nostalgia in a nutshell.
And yet the weirdest, most nostalgic thing of all was finding a sticker on a book that I’d recognize anywhere.
That, my dear readers, is a sticker from Indigo – and not just any Indigo, but an Indigo from Quebec judging from the French. Really made my day to find that. Stuff like this compresses the world in ways you never think possible.
Anyway I will no doubt be dropping by (and dropping cash) at Aladin for the rest of my sojourn in Cheongju. I feel my city has become complete!